I love words
when they gather
in obedient herds
to do my bidding
and make my point,
to let my thoughts be heard.
Though sometimes they serve me
like an unsuspecting dish.
I trip and they unnerve me.
Tongue-tied, I sit quiet
afraid they’ll have me
earning a worm-filled diet.
This is just part of the dance.
I shall never quit,
no, not a chance.
“Word Play” by Pamela Schloesser Canepa. (c) 2018
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